On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love

After a devastating car crash caused by her husband Patrick, she suffered a miscarriage and permanent infertility. To make amends, Patrick underwent a vasectomy and they adopted a two-year-old orphan, Harry. For years, she raised Harry with devotion. But when Patrick hires a piano teacher for the boy four years later, a horrifying realization dawns on her: the child she nurtured is actually Patrick's biological son with his ex, Rachel, exposing the dark truth behind her tragic accident.

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Chapter 2

I felt cold all over and tensed up. My heart seemed to be weighed down by a massive rock. I struggled to breathe as if I might suffocate at any second.

With tears in his eyes, Harry looked up at me and asked with sobs, "Mommy, does Daddy no longer love us? Why did he embrace Ms. Parker?"

"Don't cry, Mommy. I will always love you. I won't take piano lessons again."

Maybe because Harry was raised in an orphanage, despite all my efforts to shower him with affection and warmth, caution remained ingrained in his bones.

I couldn't bear seeing him like this. My heart ached intensely with pain.

After wiping away my tears, I hugged him, forced a smile, and pressed my forehead against his.

"I will always love you, too."

Harry experienced a stomachache during his nap, and the doctor advised him to consume a light diet.

After settling him down, I went to the kitchen to cook oatmeal.

Patrick opened the door and stood at the kitchen door, feeling depressed.

"Honey, I fired Rachel. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me once, just once?"

My hands shook, causing me to spill most of the oatmeal from the pot.

After calming down, we fell into a long silence.

There was a family of three residing in the apartment. Once filled with laughter until today, it was now eerily quiet.

My mind went blank. I eagerly wished everything that had just happened was an absurd dream.

Unfortunately, it was not a dream.

Struggling to contain the overwhelming emotions in my heart, I put the oatmeal back into the pot.

Things had come to this, and I needed some time to weigh the pros and cons between forgiving him and divorcing him.

I stepped out of the kitchen in a daze without even casting a glance at Patrick.

The moment he grabbed my arm, I reflexively retched. Then, I pivoted around and rushed into the bathroom.

I lay on the toilet, vomiting nonstop until my stomach started to cramp and ache.

I rolled over and sat on the floor, resting my forehead against the cold toilet bowl. Tears instantly blurred my eyes, and I bit my fist and wept silently.

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